"Please do not break my heart. I think it has had enough pain to last my life."
Getting back to what I love the most: sketching strangers on the train (or sketching in general). Sometimes I wish my commute were longer. That way, I can have a whole book of (close to) complete drawings of people I never said hi to or asked for their names, because it is wrong to do so in NYC.
Generation unsuccessful.
It’s been a while.
It is unfortunate when one loses passion in what they once loved because they’ve lost something or someone they love.